I once was a writer...

My cousin, the dancer, was featured along with her husband in the local magazine, The Colchester Circle. I wrote the article featuring them. Now they are both famous in Colchester, and I am an international freeelance writer for magazines. Well, I did it once... but once is enough to brag, right? Read the whole article here . Go to page 36 to read my article about them. Congratulations to Eddy and Goyo, and to The Latin Rhythm. By the way, if you happen to be in Colchester, check out their salsa lessons. The will surely find your right foot, if you happen to suffer from the all-too-common "two left feet" syndrome. http://www.latinrhythm.co.uk/ info@latinrhythm.co.uk

If you have a half an hour to spare, stop reading and watch this video: Make Kony Famous 2012 If you don't have 30 minutes free, don't watch the video but continue reading. Do save this link, though, because you should find the 30 minutes. Really. (I am talking to you, Mami, you who are reading this and have no time for anything other than PEP and my wedding... find the time!) When we are small, young and naïve, we are taught that we can change the world. That ONE person can make a difference. That we, every single one of us, can help. But then, unfortunately, we grow up. We grow up and we start to realize that no, one voice does not count; you need a million, at least. And no, your vote does not make a difference; you need half-plus-one in order to make a difference. And unless you are a philanthropist and have millions and millions of dollars, or even better, euros, you cannot change the world. And the sad thing is that you don't only realize it, you live it, you ex

Whenever life seems to give nothing more than lemons, and I fail to be able to make lemonade or to pass my tequila shot with them, I talk to my mom. She doesn't always make things better, but she makes me feel better. Whenever life is sweet and good and rosy and wonderful,  I talk to my mom. She doesn't always screw it up back to gray, but she makes me enjoy the moment and savor the experience. Whenever -- wherever, á la Shakira , I talk to my mom. She's my lil' pick-me-up, even when I don't need pick-upping. I suggest you call your mom right now. And if you can't, call mine. I love you, Mami! <3